Marlowe
Wedding planning began almost immediately, the whole club's collective energy shifting seamlessly from Nova's recent celebration into fresh enthusiasm for mine, and I found myself, barely a week into the process, already considerably more overwhelmed than I'd anticipated.
"We need to pick a date," King said, spreading a calendar across our kitchen table with the same careful precision he brought to club business. "Before the wedding party assumes control and starts making decisions without us."
"Too late," I said, gesturing toward my phone, where a group message thread had already accumulated nearly forty unread notifications since that morning alone. "Nova's suggesting we do it during the autumn harvest festival. Cricket wants a full moon date specifically, for what he's callin
